Nick, Rhonda, Reese, Finn, Charlie, Rio and Sally Jenkins

A Fine Day For Bloodbaths

Today I joined my buddies Max and John over at Norman’s for what we’d thought would be ten-plus hours of Ryder Cup golf and lots of U.S. points.

It was not to be.

It rained like the dickens at Celtic Manor for the second time in three days, forcing the postponement of the singles matches until tomorrow. The teams did manage to finish six team matches — for which the U.S. squad captured exactly one half of one point.

My American attire wasn't exactly good luck.

To make matters worse, Norman’s TV kept turning itself off about every thirty minutes or so:

Not good.

We then watched the Seahawks lose 20-3 to the hapless Rams.

So in five-plus hours of television viewing, the teams we were rooting for scored exactly 3 1/2 points — in two sports. And I think I gained as many pounds nibbling on Mito’s always-excellent nibble food.